Best Cursive Poems

I write each letter by hand in careful cursive. 
I want every sentence to be pretty,
to look feminine and delicate -
to soften the ugliness you face everyday.
After each line, I let the ink dry.
You don't deserve smudges.
You don't deserve any of this.

My words are foolish,...

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In youth dynamic streaks course through your brain,
Reflecting pools of inspiration's flow.
Yet deeds, which block your ego's needs, remain
For fallow fields must first be sewn, then sowed.

The sapling grows to join a canopy.
A cautious gait of patience, now we need.
More slowly reaching shelves a life...

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Cursive curtsies
greet your yearning
heart, unfurling
again after
winter's burden,
like a garden's
first crocus, a jolt
to the senses.
Lilac leaps from
monochromatic
monotony,
pickwick stripes rising
from dormant burrows,
no longer afraid
of uncertain skies.
Invited pigment
revives, 
ignited with
a tiger's pulse,
like your page
decorated in 
heartbeat artistry.
My lungs lift anew,
blooming with
freshness' debut.
Impromptu whispers
kiss another line,
finding their 
icy wait
reciprocated
at...

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Little knots of string tied to your fingers,
tied to my heart.
They dance, I dance..
They run, I run.
Am I your puppet?

You're laughing wildly
your fingertip goes up,
my foot goes up,
pulled with the string of Proposition
An eerie dance I dance with a frown
remains right side down
All night long...

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I want to say something about cursive writing (this might seem random).

I’ve seen articles saying that cursive writing is a “dead art,” that computers have destined it for oblivion and questioning whether cursive writing should be taught in schools now-a-days.

But if you plan to go...

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Ample lines
Align flow
Writes feel fine
Cursive rows


Affluent finds
Craft of scripts
Cursive mind
A fond grip


A thought moves
Draft of flair
Feel each groove
Surge new air


Cursive strokes
Curl embrace
Pensive poke
Crisp words trace


Ink stokes sign
Thoughts that blaze
A clear find
In fond craze


Words hold stuff
In a glance
Sure enough
As thoughts dance


Craft verse free
As feel flings
Watch the...

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the runners cursive
   upon new fallen winter
      rake leans against rails

11/5/2019
A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin

runners - either of the longitudinal pieces on which a sled or sleigh slides...

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Cursive Consolations
David J Walker

Heartlessly pressing words into wine
Our feet are blood red from the crushing
Our heads flowing in faint rhymes 

Into dry riverbeds genially growing
An ocean of poetry waiting

Waves bathe the salted bathers 
On white beaches lying 
Side by side naked in the sand 


Sunning...

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What Is Happening?

Yes, the little Genie asked
What is happening?
Children aren’t being taught
To tell time,
They can’t look at the clock and
Know whether it’s one o’clock
Or it’s 10 o’clock
Who is teaching the children?
Yes, the little Genie asked
What is happening?
Children aren’t being taught
Cursive writing
They can’t write their names
What...

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Malformed loops and curls
followed my unsteady pen,
as I wrote homework 
and answers in examination booklets.

With difficulty, one might
navigate where occasional legible
words formed stepping-stones
across my rivers of confusion.

Creating whirls with flare
remained a dream
in my spastic world
of uncertainty.

Jabs and lurches,
scratches and corrections
desecrated traditional
tools of writing.

I lived with...

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Mail Call Now and Then
David J Walker

Let me hear from you
Now and then 
Love, Mother
The same phrase 
I read at the end 
Of every letter 
While gone so long ago
Serving in uniform

It was the time before email
And iPhones
	And social media posts
When the most we could...

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